Could Be Better
Wednesday. Happy Thanksgiving! Indeed. A good sunny day, here in Oakland, an excellent breakfast at the usual place taking a couple of photographs walking back to the apartment, a nice cool crispness to the air, although it's warming up as I write now in the later morning. Life is good. Good to remember that, given the state of the world: life is damned good here in the 'ol California wastelands and it is best not to forget it. A day to give a few bucks to anyone who asks in passing - there but for god go I - a day to kick back and think kind thoughts of well focused photographs, cranberries in the can, mashed potatoes that aren't too lumpy, slow cooked turkey stuffing and the fact none of your friends or family have been chucked out onto the street recently or sent on a one way trip to the looney bin.
You're first in line for the looney bin.
I am one of the more sober sided loonies on the lot. All this carrying a camera about is just camouflage. I, in actuality, know the score in at least ten percent of the world in which I participate and, given the crazy complexity of things, that's a pretty high score. It's just it's useful, you understand, to make occasional moves indicating you haven't got a clue when reacting like a normal human being could get you sucked onto a path you'd rather not follow. I'm not suggesting this is a healthy approach to life, there are many neurotic reasons people use to avoid interaction, but rather there's a certain madness behind my madness.
I take it you've ducked out on invitations to Thanksgiving dinner?
Well, I'm having dinner Saturday in San Francisco with two of my favorite cousins and their kids, a tradition we've established these last couple of years, and that's how I'm getting together with family. And the family Christmas party is coming.
Sounds like a cop out to me.
Well, cop or not, it's been a good day: a nice walk about (if not around) the lake, a photograph or two along the way, a late lunch at the breakfast café. What could be better? Here in Oakland.